Traveling is not as much fun for me as it used to be… probably because I am the grown-up now, and have the responsibility to make sure it all works out. When I was a kid, all I had to do was show up. And pack a few things.
After a lot of effort, I now find myself sitting in the airport waiting for a *hit storm to subside. It takes about two days of solid effort just to get the house ready, pack up the suitcases and get ourselves to this point. A lot of stress, unfortunately. But once I get us to the airport I can usually relax.
It is all up to someone else now.
And that someone has just told us all that there is something wrong with the plane. Specifically, it smells. They are not sure why, but something has gone wrong with the sewage processing and the whole thing stinks. They don’t want to fly it until they figure it out.
I don’t really want them to either.
In fact, I think this whole thing is a load of crap.
The plane is in deep doo-doo.
I guess the *hit has really hit the fan, hasn’t it?
Belly laughs are the best way to start any trip.